It’s 11 p.m. Do you know who your daughter’s fucking? Guys lined up ten deep for the stuffing
And plucking Her shyness away with each insertion I grab her thick hips And I know that she’s hurting
But with each stranger sticking her up She living her fantasy of being a slut Don’t call me evil, it’s just the way that it is Fantasy rape is a lucrative biz
Maybe if you gave your girl What she wants, what she needs She wouldn’t be coming home With bruises on her knees
Or a big glob of cum on her face Call it an autograph Best wishes, fill in the blank
The she goes home dripping wet Heads straight for the shower Half-ashamed, half pleased But always counting down the hours
For another visit to my hood, my side of town She’ll have more Rabbits in her than “Watership Down”
Chorus Sex for the bitches fucking the hos Violence The only kinda life I know Vengeance against all of my foes Fuck around motha fucker watch your head explode
Columbine meets 9-1-1 With a dash of Great White fire Makes me cum
They say violence begets violence Shit I hope I want to see nukes explode like Krakatoa
I’m a member of the G.I. Joe generation So I every meeting becomes a violent confrontation Dead Rabbit vs. the corporate class And I ain’t stopping till they breathe their last gasp
I walk in Harlows with a bit of a limp But no one sees the nail bomb taped to my hip And I sit Next to some businessmen out for the night In their Armani suits and Brooks Brothers ties
They’re discussing their P & Ls One owns a diamond mine The other makes artillery shells The club fills with love, laughter, chitter chatter As the fuse disappears, the nail-bomb scatters
Chorus
Coming to battle me is like Skeletor coming to Castle Greyskull with his weak and brittle hands full
of nothing no sword no axe no power staff you made a mistake, trick, now you feel my wrath
the path your on is dark, bleak, horribly wrong like the Baath party under the thumb of Saddam
Shock and awe until you're 6ft deep in my lawn let the lye dissolve your eyes until the hook of this song
is reached I reach out lyrical assassins I teach some deep shit like Leo DiCap on the Beach run and run digitized till you're out of my range you can't explain why you see me that you act that way
Not down for the overt attack Kill you while you’re in the sac Or poison your babies fucking Similac
The blood splatter didn’t matter it was all over the place I knew I would leave a mother fucker trail of trace Evidence so long That David Caruso would come on For a CSI marathon
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